Today was the feast day of our January Saint-of-the-Month, St. Anthony of Egypt. We all headed over to a neighboring parish for Mass and because the two older ones wanted to get their confessions in since they missed "date night" with us on Thursday. Even with the 2-year-old ("I'm two", he says in a way that means...you have to excuse all my behavior. "Actually, you're closer to three" is always my response) it was a grace-filled morning.
As of late (why didn't I think of this before?) I have taken a moment before Mass to turn my eyes heavenward and ask for some insight during Mass; the readings, the homily, etc.. Please, I beg, speak to my heart and tell me what to do. Well, as usual, the Holy Spirit is on the line as soon as you pick up your end. Between the Mass readings and the reflection by Fr. Humberto, I have some good motivation to face my continuing extended-family struggles.
The Gospel reading was from Mark and ends with the line
“Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do.
I did not come to call the righteous but sinners.”